Jealous 2: Dreamland {COMPLETED}

2. Building Us

Beyonce POV
Same Day, 2AM
At Tatiana's home

As we pulled into her gated driveway I admired her home. Given that it was currently 2 in the morning, I couldn't see every detail but from the moonlight and home lights, I could make out a huge partial mansion with a Disney princess castle exterior. The house gave off a sense of home. I felt comfortable, like I was being wrapped in a spiritual hug.

"Mi casa. This is where I live, well me my wife and kids. Make yourself at home." She said after parking then getting out.

I followed suit and trailed behind her into her home, taking note of the gnomes trailing up to her front porch. There was a garden adjacent to the front door and I could tell it went around the corner of the house.

Once I stepped foot into her home my eyes lit up at the pretty hue of sky blue her walls were. I'm happy she doesn't have a big ole pretty house with an ugly interior color.

Just from lookin around at how everything was decorated, I could tell that she did a lot of the decorations. The house was very accented with stands and little statues that blended in with the feel of the home.

Looking over at Tatiana who was already looking at me, admiring me made me blush. Why am I blushing over a married woman?

"My wife is away at a business trip and she won't be back for a few days. The kids are with either family members or their friends. So we have the house to ourselves. Well besides my dogs."

I nod taking in everything that's happened since I got off of work. Maybe I should talk more. I don't want her to think I'm just a hot ass depressed mess. I mean I am but it doesn't have to look like it.

" Why were you so willing to bring me, a total stranger, into your home?" I asked as she queued me to have a seat on one of the couches in the living room.

"In all honesty, I get lonely. Yeah I have friends but they don't get me. They're around just to say they know me. It's like damn theres more to me than the fact that I'm pretty with a fat ass y'know?" I nodded, I completely understand where she's coming from.

"Yeah I get that, that's like with me, my friends don't understand me or what I'm going through in my life currently. Like there's substance to my character deep down. It's just covered up because of trauma." I trailed off towards the end beginning to start feeling sad.

She hugged me and wiped a tear that I didn't know fell. I felt so safe and protected in her arms. I know it's wrong because she's married but she doesn't act married and she keeps making advances towards me. Or am I just so desperate to be loved I'm making up stuff in my head?

"I wanna connect with you on a different level, let's trauma dump, you go first."

I thought about it for a second before agreeing. "Well most of my life I spent it being ridiculed about how I looked because I did pageant. Thinner is better. Bigger is better. I just wanted to be pretty, but I just never fit what people wanted. I developed eating disorders and body dismorphic thoughts. At 18 I had made up in my mind that I would never be good enough for any one to love. Then a year later I got into a car accident, I went into a coma due to some of my injuries and in that coma I had kinda a lucid dream with a false reality. I had a life, a good life. I had a fiancee, a kid, a career, just I felt loved. Yeah that life wasn't pitch perfect and I dealt with hurt there too but the good outweighed the bad.

Eventually my fiancee got mad at me and stopped talking to me but when I forced her to talk to me about something that I found out we got back on good terms, but then she killed herself to make me wake up. From the moment I woke up in the hospital and realized that my life wasn't real I was hurt and traumatized. I finally thought I was pretty only to realize Pretty Hurts."